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desolatecure · 10 months

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Eddie shows up unannounced at Steve’s house, not expecting to find a little boy stood in his place. Figuratively.

Age regressor Steve, pure fluff ´ˎ˗

—kink regressors dni

(this is a repost off my twitter page so the format is wacky)

For Steve, it was just one of /those/ days. He didn’t know what they were and it seemingly happened at random, like he couldn’t control it.

Sometimes certain things trigger him, though. Like the time he opened a music box and a lullaby sang softly out of it, sending him into a strange headspace where he felt 10x younger than he really is.

Vulnerable in a thrift shop with only Robin to confide in.

Today, however, he had made himself comfortable on the couch after flipping the tv on and finding that the channel selected had been the kids channel, and as it flickered to life he heard the theme of scooby-doo ring out.

He was too comfortable to change it, finding himself immersed in the show, giggling along to it and curling up more on the couch as he chewed on the edge of his blanket.

When the doorbell rang, Steve jumped and the blanket slipped from his mouth as he sat up.

“Stevie! You home? I can see your car, man.” Eddie’s voice made Steve gasp and shoot up off the couch, racing to the foyer.

“Eddie!” Steve swung the door open, blanket wrapped around his shoulders, nearly slipping on the shiny floors with his socked feet.

“Oh- hey, sorry. Didn’t call before I came, I know. Dreadful etiquette.” Eddie chuckles, stepping into the house as Steve shuts the door behind him.

“You up for a smoke? Brought a six-pack too.” Eddie holds up the case of beer and grins.

The grin falters when he looks back at Steve’s face, eyes wide like he has no idea what Eddie’s talking about. “Whuh- huh?” Eddie frowns as he walks into the kitchen, Steve following in tow.

“You alright, sweetheart?”

Steve nods and giggles in response. “Like when you say that.” Eddie’s eyes widen, then he furrows his brows, leaning against the counter.

“How old are you feeling, Stevie?” Steve just sits at the kitchen bench and sways his feet, thinking about it.

“Dunno… maybe..” Steve bites his lip and his face scrunches up as he counts on his fingers, holding up 4 of them, then 3, then back to 4. “Dunno, sorry.”

Eddie nods, face twisted in thought. “It’s alright, that’s good. Thank you for telling me, baby.”

Steve’s face lights up and Eddie smiles, ruffling his hair. Steve squeaks, batting his hands away with a pout. “Don’t touch my hair!”

Eddie snorts, holding his hands up in surrender. “I see you’re still a little Princess about your hair. Alright, have you eaten?”

Steve thinks for a second, glancing behind him towards the loungeroom. “Uhm.. yeah.” Eddie raises an eyebrow, taking one step towards the room before Steve’s giggling and standing up, pushing Eddie back and further away from the loungeroom.

“No, Eddie! Don’t look! Not for you!” Eddie can’t help but grin at the happy, carefree look on Steve’s face and he laughs with him.

“What are you hiding in there, huh?” Eddie pushes past Steve and jogs over to the loungeroom and gasps dramatically.

“Steven!”

“You’re hoarding chocolate bars, so naughty!” Eddie laughs breathily, as he walks up to the coffee table, taking in Steves little setup.

There are 2 wrappers littering the table, 3 unopened and one opened bar laying lonely on the couch where it looks like Steve was sitting.

“Is this all you’ve eaten, bub?” At Steve’s silence, Eddie turns around and his heart aches at the sight.

Steve standing nervously in the threshold, eyes bubbling with tears as he chews his thumb, seeking out some kind of comfort.

“Woah- hey, Stevie- What happened?”

Steve’s breath shudders and his lip wobbles, everything about the sight makes Eddie’s heart break in two.

“Didn’t mean to- I swear-” Eddie frowns, rushing over to Steve, gently wiping the tears from his cheeks.

“Baby! Sweetie, it’s okay. You’re okay, don’t even worry about it.”

“Jus’ don’ know how to cook very well..” Steve sniffles, rubbing his eyes with his fists and Eddie gently scolds him for it, pulling his hands away. “Please don’ call me that, though. Hate it.”

“Oh, baby,” Eddie sighs, “Which one?”

“ ‘Teven… Only get called that when m’naughty.”

Eddie pets Steve’s hair, leaning to place a kiss on the top of his head. “I’m sorry, honey. Thank you for telling me though, look how good you are!”

Steve giggles a little, pushing Eddie’s hand away from his head.

“Say… Let’s get your tummy full before you go back and watch… scooby-doo?”

“Scooby-doo!” Steve perks up and tries running back into the loungeroom, eager and excited.

Eddie catches him and wraps his arms around Steve’s waist before he can escape, laughing and dragging him back.

“Nuh-uh. Come on, silly boy. If you behave we’ll order pizza.” Steve gasps and squeezes out of Eddie’s hold, rushing into the kitchen.

He rummages through the pamphlets of all the restursnts and waves the pizzeria’s number in Eddie’s face.

“Please! Jus’ cheese?” Steve smiles at Eddie and he can’t even think about saying no to him.

“Of course little man. You wanna sit sit on the counter and listen?”

Steve grins excitedly and turns, trying to hop up on the counter but Eddie reaches and grabs his waist, guiding him up. “There you go, good. Sit still.”

Eddie calls up the pizza place, smiling and silently giggling at Steve who’s making silly faces at him. He cups Steve’s cheek as he’s speaking into the phone and strokes it with his thumb.

When Steve starts babbling randomly, swinging his feet and giggling at random things Eddie has to hold back an amused laugh, instead he covers the speaker, bringing his finger to his lips.

“Shhh, baby. Just for a minute.” He whispers.

“Okay!” Steve whispers back, very loudly, but he’s got the spirit and that’s what counts.

When the phone call ends, Eddie pats Steve’s thigh and helps him off the counter.

“Let’s go cuddle up on the couch and wait until the pizza gets here, yeah baby?” Eddie takes Steve’s hand and Steve brings Eddie’s finger to his mouth, biting lightly. “Gonna have to get you a chew toy, huh?”

“A what-wha?”

Eddie snorts, quickly filling a water bottle and guiding Steve back over to the loungeroom.

“Sit down there. What do you wanna watch, bub?” He sorts through the accumulation of tapes under the tv cabinet, holding them up so Steve can see.

“Hm… yogi bear?” Steve frowns, and looks at Eddie for confirmation.

Eddie just grins and shoved the tape in the player and sits on the couch. “Good choice, you’re so perfect. My perfect boy.”

Steve smiles contentedly and leans into Eddie, wrapping an arm around his middle, head resting on his shoulder. “Like you s’much, Eds.”

“You’re so cute.” Eddie sighs, pushing Steve’s hair back off his forehead, placing a kiss there.

“I like you too.”

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eightsevenths · 9 months

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pretty faced

steve harrington + (ftm) eddie munson

explicit, face-sitting, hair pulling, fingering (3.4k)

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Steve was so high. The kind of high you can feel the thrumming in your veins and the floaty feel in your fingertips and like every limb was tied to his body by a single string; threatening to split if it’s burnt. Eddie’s weed was always good, and he wouldn’t have known that last year; Eddie never sold the truly good stuff, at least not to idiot jocks like King Steve. It’s another reason he’s glad he’s not that person anymore, he gets better weed all whilst he sinks into the bed of the freak himself, Eddie Munson.

He's so different now, they both are really. But he would’ve never considered it a privilege, breathing in the smell of weed and cigarettes and cherry and apple bodywash immersed into the sheets, and he certainly wouldn’t derive the overwhelming comfort he does now from something so simple as being in Eddie’s home, his base.

It’s been a growing process, nearly dying and feeling absolutely powerless to save your friends’ lives can feel like going to hell and back, but he feels more grounded in his everyday life now. Some sort of knot inside has loosened, and he’s found a compass. He still gets nightmares of course, but now there’s arms wrapping around his chest and holding him instead of falling apart alone. Now if he gets anxious, he has someone to keep an eye on him and makes sure he eats and has painkillers if he has a migraine.

It's not defined though, there’s hints and groundwork and potential but no actual words have been spoken about the dynamic they’ve slipped into. But they’ve spoken. Spoken about almost everything there is to speak about and they’ve both taken time to lay their cards on the table.

Eddie knows Steve has changed, he’s so far over Nancy now and he’s not like he was in school. He really emphasised how over Nancy was, wanted to make sure there was no confusion. And Eddie’s told him stuff too, one night he shared all about his ‘shit fuck by God’, educated Steve on the right terms and talking Steve through a lot of it when he asked. That was one of the first times Eddie had his own example of how Steve had changed, and how much he did for him.

So as far as things went, they were great. Very much on similar pages, just, Steve didn’t know how similar.

Especially as he sat there relaxed on the bed, eyes roaming over Eddie who was sat beside him, long fingers playing quietly on the guitar as if he was merely feeling the strings under his fingers. He was a sight for bloodshot eyes, pretty loose pieces of hair falling from the bun on the top of his head, wearing a cut-off shirt and beautifully unashamed of his scars- because he’s with Steve.

Eddie once said to him, a night where he had gut wrenchingly poured his heart out to Eddie about Nancy and somehow trailing into how he falls in love too easy, that one of his strongest powers is his ability to love and to be loved, no one looks so good loved, no one loves another person like Steve Harrington does.

‘You put your whole force, your whole body into it, Steve and, I-I don’t think you should ever feel ashamed of that. It’s- because it’s a privilege to be loved by you and anyone fuckin’ blind enough not to see that doesn’t deserve Steve Harrington.’

And Eddie was right. There was no denying in Steve’s history of loves, that he didn’t fall head first and over heels when it came to certain people. And whether Steve denies it or not, not- he’s trying to grow or whatever, those loves haven’t been exclusive to one gender. It’s a part of him he knew and could ignore because it came up and then it didn’t; it’s come up again recently though.

Steve sort of had a plan, distant and vague but there were bullet points floating around the same place. But what with the fact that his mind was just watching the metalhead across from him, the plan didn’t seem necessary. Because Steve knew that whatever way he went around this, Eddie wouldn’t run. Yes, Eddie likes to play the ‘I’m a coward’ card far too often but he knows Eddie like nothing else. Like he can feel the fibres of his soul like he can feel the strings on his guitar, Steve might have found his compass but Eddie had too.

He lets his judgment of Eddies reaction sink in, it calmed him even more but at the back of the mind he could feel that thrum. That electric vibration when he looked too long, when he daydreamed a little too far. He never let himself act on it, unconsciously aware of when it wasn’t exactly the time. However now seems too apt to neglect, warm honey sunshine illuminating the room, highlighting his subject, small sounds deft fingers pluck from the strings. He waits until Eddie turns to him, stretching out his arm which catches Eddie’s periphery.

His lips turn up and the sight of a tanned hand dusting across his leg, turning to look at Steve as he speaks, “Can I help you, Harrington?”

Steve can hear the smile in his words and looks up from resting on his other folded arm, peeking through his tired hair, “Nah, just wanted to look at you.” As if that wasn’t what he’d been doing for the better part of an hour.

But it elicits a softened giggle from his friend, dimples showing an appearance which puts a glow within Steve. “Very smooth, yeah-yeah,” he rests the guitar at the end of the bed and repositions so he faces him.

They dissolve into small talk as Eddie has a little ramble about this new record store opening a couple miles away and Steve listens and resolves to drive them both there at the end of the week. Steve is thinking he’s going to have to use a tried-and-true line to get Eddie on his specific page (Page 201: holy fuck I have never wanted to fuck make love to a man more.) but he sees an opportunity.

Eddie is talking about him having an awful taste in music, although he will keep to himself how much he has done listening research into Steve’s taste and recommendations and has on occasion chose to listen to some, and he ends the sentence on “it’s what I keep telling you, pretty boy.”

It’s one of those nicknames that doesn’t fail to make Steve flush and take some deep breaths, so what if he’s a slut for praise?

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

Eddie does a double take, not expecting Steve’s reply, “Uh, yeah of course. You’re pretty.”

Steve picks up on of Eddie’s hands, starts playing around with his rings, ever slowly bringing him closer and it works like putting ice next to fire, he warms. Both of their eyes are focused on their tangled hands, until Eddie says, “You’ve got a pretty face.”

It’s Steve’s turn to grin, his lips split like they’re trying to fight a beam and Eddie cocks his head questioningly, it’s a dangerous glint in Steve’s eye.

“Sit on it then.”

And it takes Eddie a second, instinctually fighting the urge to laugh until he sees the true meaning in his green speckled eyes- oh he’s dead serious.

And Eddie’s not exactly in a position to act like he is any way inclined to turn down the offer, because that would imply, he isn’t completely and utterly desperate and head over heels for Harrington. But if you ever asked Eddie to describe himself he’d say freak, then coward and how the actual fuck is he meant to look The Steve Harrington in his shimmering stupid hazel eyes and confirm how much he would very much like to sit on his perfect, sculpted by the gods, face.

Steve knows all this, he always knew it wouldn’t be a smooth conversation when he tried to convince Eddie how much he wants him, Eddie’s hands had floated away from Steve’s ever so slightly so Steve gently brings them back towards himself. The touch seems to bring him back down to himself and hazel eyes watch as pink fills Eddie’s cheeks, his hair is acting as a curtain around his face which is locked onto the soft gestures Steve is performing on him.

He rubs his thumb up and down the brunette’s palm and speaks in a low tone, “Of course, there is no pressure. We can smoke another and pretend I didn’t say anything or you can kick me out right now,” Eddie tightens his hold on Steve’s fingers, and Steve breathes any of the fear off of his back, “but I also want to say,” he sits up and makes sure Eddie makes eye contact, “how badly I want it. And you.”

Eddie swallows, well shit. How many times does he need to internally tell his body to breathe normally until it listens?

He must be in a different universe because normally he’d be out the door as if he’d run out of smokes but he is resolutely sat. The thing is, Eddie isn’t blind, and he also thinks very highly of his friends, so he occasionally takes what they say on board; all of this means he has perhaps noticed a connection between Steve’s recent behaviour and what his friends have been saying for the past couple weeks, but if you asked Eddie what was more likely he’d have bet on Vecna coming back before he accepted Steve’s feelings for him.

Too many times has there been connection that led to nothing more than a split lip and a black eye and whilst there in so fibre in his body that could be convinced Steve would do something like that, he is scared of rejection.

But it looks like he has no choice, because he’s never been very good at saying no and you’re telling him he’s meant to argue with the biggest puppy dog eyes on the most earnest face? He has to accept the reality that Steve Harrington wants to fuck Eddie Munson.

Jesus Christ.

“So, you’re telling me I’ve had the worst luck for the first 22 years of my life and all of my good luck was saving up for this very moment, because that’s the only explanation.” He’s making jokes but his body language is loosening, although his thighs are tightening, and Steve chuckles at the joke before replying.

“It could be luck, or it could be the fact that I’ve been wanting to ask you out for weeks and only now saw an opening?” he tilts his head sheepishly and Eddie whacks him just to do something with the energy that’s starting to thrum through his limbs. “So?”

Eddie has never wanted anything in his life like he wants Steve Harrington in that moment. He gives it a moment of thought before throwing pretence out the window and pulling Steve’s lips to his with hands cradling his strong jaw.

Steve smiles into the kiss initially until it unravels quickly into something deeper. Eddie licks into Steve’s mouth until he welcomes it in. It’s wet and dirty but they’ve both been waiting fucking months for just something and finally the band has snapped, it’s raw and peaceful with their contrasting grips, one half-certain that cradles and smooths over and one that’s screaming in the fabric of a shirt because it’s been longing and craving something ever so specific from an even more specific person. Both grips are pulling and pushing with the same force of love.

Their lips don’t leave each other, but they adjust. Steve smooths his hands from the front of Eddie’s shirt and swim around his waist, regretfully gentle with his movements he moves the brunette to straddle him.

Eddie goes easy and practically blankets onto Steve, the grip he had on his jaw settling into the locks of hair. He experimentally pulls and the noise that Steve lets out; Eddie’s sorry he was muffling it, what with his tongue tracing patterns over every corner of Steve’s mouth.

He leans up, “So, you like your hair being pulled huh?” below him Steve is glassy eyed and pink cheeked, chest rising heavily underneath Eddies hand. “Hm? Nothing to say for yourself, Harrington?” he leans down and lets the tip of his tongue trace over Steve’s open bottom lip. “Guess the real question is, are you a freak, Steve?” and he pulls on Steve’s hair to get his answer.

Steve’s hips jump and Eddie watches as his eyes roll. Eddie grinds down onto Steve’s very hard dick (he still can’t believe this is real) and he listens to the whorish moan Steve lets out and at the sound can feel himself getting so wet it’s dripping down his thighs.

“Guess I got my answer,” Eddie grins at Steve who just smiles dopily back.

Steve seems to gain some more consciousness when Eddie gets off of his lap, he blinks and his brows furrow in the middle.

Eddie says, “Here’s your answer.” And starts to strip off his jeans and boxers until he’s back in the newly familiar seat of Steve’s lap and is pushing him on his back.

Steve pretty much logged off once he understood what Eddie’s answer was. Absolutely out of office, we’re talking static noise playing in his brain every time more pale, tattooed and bare, gorgeous skin was revealed. There might be drool on his chest and his dick is so hard, he’s got far too much blood rushing down there rather than up.

“Fuck,” it’s the first thing Steve has said in more than twenty minutes, and it comes out like gravel.

“You okay, Stevie?” poor Eddie has genuine concern in his eyes as if Steve isn’t just so painfully turned on by him.

He puts his hands on Eddies bare thighs, tries not to focus on that too much or it simply will be over before it’s started, and takes a moment before he replies “Yeah I’m great, uh- trust me, I’m just… like I’m just really fucking turned on,” Eddie’s eyes open so wide it’s almost comical but Steve carries on, “it’s just a lot cause I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone so bad.” He trails off.

Not smooth, Steve.

But Eddie lets it wash over him, takes it in his stride and runs his hands up and down Steve’s chest, “Well should we get started?” he lets a smile slip and suddenly he’s being pulled up and one of his hands lands on his headboard, the other in Steve’s hair.

It’s a second of mortifying emotion ,because he’s naked over someone’s face, until Steve moans to himself and Eddie gets it. Steve starts low and glides up towards Eddie’s dick, and just envelopes it in tight, hot suction and the whole time he’s whining like someone’s giving him head.

Eddie’s noises are no better, it starts of as light gasps as Steve traces every inch of him, like he’s desperate to make a mental map and with Steve’s explorations Eddie’s mind is dripping out of his ears. The sounds of Steve’s movements is gross and addictive and its turning Eddie on, the fact that it’s both of them making this musical cacophony in his room.

His mane of hair is tipped back, long throat exposed leading to the full lips that can’t get a moment of reprieve from letting out groans and whimpers from the heavenly assault on his cunt. He’s trembling and his cropped shirt is rubbing on his nipples which just makes his hole clench more.

Eddie obviously knew of Steve’s reputation but at this moment he’s thinking his reputation wasn’t nearly generous enough because he can’t imagine there is another soul in the world that gives head like Steve. It’s minutes in and Eddie is already close. All of Steve’s movement is fuelled by enjoyment and there is no denying how much he’s getting off on doing this, his jeans causing friction like he’s edging himself.

The hands on Eddie’s hips force him to rock down and when Steve’s nose catches on Eddie’s dick he sees stars, galaxies from the sensation so he chases it- uses the hand in Steve’s hair to pull him around how he wants and as he predicted, Steve loved it.

His tongue had been delving into Eddie’s hole, drinking everything Eddie’s giving him and he’s soaked. The whole half of his face is wet and sticky and he doesn’t know how he’s going to stop. When he feels the tingling pain from his friends hand his moans vibrate into him and the hairy legs around his head move to clench around his head but retreat at the last second.

Steve can’t have that.

He lays his tongue out flat and sits it underneath Eddie’s dick, barely there pressure until Eddie lets his weight rest and then its intense-

“Ohfuckingshit- Steve,” Eddie’s head drops, and they make eye contact which just makes him squirm more. He’s practically wiggling out of Steve’s hold yet never going far enough his hands abandon their grip.

Steve can see the flushed points on Eddies skin, the curls sticking to his head and he can taste the endless flow of slick into his mouth, but he knows Eddie wants Steve to give him everything. And Steve wouldn’t usually do this, but maybe there’s a part of him that is using his knowledge of Eddie’s kinks against him, but he pushes two fingers, which is just on the right side of too much, into Eddie’s hole and it makes Eddie’s back bow and he comes immediately.

Squirting over Steve’s face and Steve’s fingers are being tightened around forcefully.

Eddie has never experienced an orgasm that powerful and if he had any thoughts at all he’d be a bit sad he hasn’t done it to himself, but fortunately the only thing in his mind is the word ‘Steve’ and all focus is on the feeling of his fingers hitting that spot inside of him hard.

Steve rubs mercilessly at his inner walls until Eddie tries to stand to get away, all the while moaning and pulling on the brown strands in-between his fingers.

“Jesus fuck,” his voice rough and pitchy. His eyes roll as Steve retracts his fingers and leave with a kiss on his twitching dick. “You’re evil.”

They both look wrecked.

With the help of Steve, Eddie lays back on his bed and watches his legs shake. There isn’t a strand of Steve’s hair in the right place and he has the remanents of Eddie on his neck and jaw. Their chests rise in a synchronised deepness, the room reeks of sex and weed. Outside the sun is starting to set.

Steve speaks first, “So,” which doesn’t really count a speaking first.

Eddie grins and Steve turns his body onto its side so he can appreciate it. He gazes at the bump in Eddie’s nose and the euphoria in Eddie’s eyes.

“You make me come so hard I’m about to start a cult worshipping you, and all you have to say is ‘So?” he does the ‘so’ in his ‘Steve’ voice which sounds far too much like a fuckboy frat boy and it makes Steve cry laugh all the time.

Today is no different, Steve lets out a cackle and it eases the inevitable tightness in both their chests. After that they flit from certain inside jokes they’ve adopted and created over the past months, which are the same months that lead to this. And when they settle down and adjust to the situation, remembering that they’re in Eddie’s bed having just had sex after being friends for a 8 heated months.

“So,” Eddie slaps his chest, “I-I was just about to carry on! Come on man,” their giggles die down and Steve takes on of Eddie’s hands in his, partly because it’s to comfort Eddie and partly because he feels like he can now, “I was thinking that maybe tomorrow we could go and get breakfast somewhere,”

“Are you asking me on a date, Harrington? After you ate me out?” he smirks down at Steve’s sheepish face and kisses him softly before saying, “I would love to go on a date with you Steve.”

/ Fin. /

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ghastlybats · 4 months

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Anatomy of a Ghost

Steddie, Steve Harrington POV, angst, not actually that steddie-focused but its there

(this is sort of angst with ambiguous ending, I just have a lot of thoughts about the way people treat Steve in regards to Barb's death, and the possibilities of Steves own misconceptions about it and his lack of support system. Honestly I could write an essay about this.)

wc: 1,859

cw/warnings: themes of survivor's guilt, some of this could be dissociation idk

summary: there's a dead girl standing at the edge of Steve's pool, and he's convinced that his house is being sucked into the water. he hasn't slept in a while.

There’s a dead girl outside, and the house is being sucked into the pool.

Every night, Steve sat on the floor in front of the sliding glass doors and stared at it, watched the pool get closer and bigger. He didn’t need his bat, Barb never moved. She always stood in the exact same spot, right there in front of him on the other side of the eerie blue water. Her clothes were always dripping. He would watch the puddle below her grow with each droplet.

When it all started, he might have shrugged it off. Steve used to think he was a reasonable, logical person. Maybe not smart, but he was pretty sure, once, that his house could not possibly be sucked into his pool. The pool was too small to hold the whole house.

Actually, though, there wasn’t much in a house. Mostly drywall and spongy insulation. Some wood, some granite countertops. Metal, glass. Shag carpet and kitchen tile. Maybe his whole house could fit into the pool after all, once it had collapsed and broken. And as he watched the pool, night after night, the truth became undeniable; like a black hole, the pool was pulling him into it.

Somewhere in his mind, he knew that the moment he stepped out into the yard, he would be dragged under the water. So instead, he kept the doors closed and locked and he sat on the Persian rug, picking at the fibers and staring out at the pool, knowing that there would come a day that it devoured him.

Barb knew it too. She stood at the edge of the water and looked down at him. Even when he tried to talk to her, he could find no words, and so he never did. It seemed like she was alright with that arrangement, because she never tried to speak either. She wasn’t the one making his house collapse into the pool. She was just a bystander, the same as Steve. Sometimes, he thought she might be looking at him in pity.

That night, it was storming. The pool was closer than ever before. It was two forty-seven in the morning, but Steve didn’t know that. Upstairs, his walkie-talkie has been going off constantly for the past three hours, but he didn’t know that either. The rain and the crash of thunder masked the sounds of the house. He couldn’t hear each droplet of water that rolled off of Barb’s hands like he usually could. He didn’t hear the knocking on his door, or the shouts of his name. He did not hear the turning of the lock.

That night, the edge of the pool was mere inches away from the doors. Steve was wondering what it would feel like to drown. He had actually considered asking Barb about it. He hadn’t bothered, though, had figured she wouldn’t hear him over the sounds of the rain.

There was a flash of lightning. Silence for several seconds before the roll of thunder.

“Steve?” Said a voice from behind him.

Steve flinched violently. For the first time in maybe weeks, in the dead of night, he pulled his eyes away from the pool to look at Eddie.

“What are you doing, man? Are you okay?” Eddie stood in the doorway to the living room, hair damp and face pale in the lightning that flashed again from outside. That split second of light was enough to see the concern on his face.

“I’m keeping an eye on things,” Steve told him. Thunder. Eddie stepped farther into the room, until he stood just at the edge of that glowing rectangle of light seeping in through the windows.

“Don’t want to disturb her, so I leave my walkie upstairs.” Steve turned his gaze back to the edge of the pool. Eddie followed suit.

“Disturb who, Steve?” He asked.

“Barb. You’ll see her when the lightning strikes again, she’s kind of hard to make out in the dark,” Steve explained, matter-of-factly.

The lightning came again.

“Steve, I… I don't see her. I don't think…” Eddie said quietly. The thunder rumbled.

“Just wait. Maybe you missed her.”

Eddie didn’t speak. Steve didn’t look at him. The pool was still only inches away.

“Have you been doing this every night?”

Steve began picking at the rug again. “The house is getting sucked into the pool,” he explained.

Eddie said nothing.

“It’s not her fault, she’s not the one doing it. The pool gets closer every night. Its only a few inches away now.”

“Steve, it's… it's the same as it always was.”

Steve’s brow furrowed. “No. It’s— I can see it getting closer,” he insisted.

“Sweetheart, when was the last time you slept?”

Steve didn’t have an answer for that. Days kind of started blurring together, he hadn’t kept count of nights.

“If the house is collapsing into the pool, then we need to get you out, okay? Let’s get you some clothes and a toothbrush and you can come stay with me for a while, the van’s outside and it should even still be warm,” Eddie murmured, and put a gentle hand right between Steve’s shoulder blades.

“I can’t leave her this time,” Steve said.

“Do you think she wants you to die?”

Steve stared out at the girl across the pool.

“I don’t know. I think that if I was her, I would.”

Lightning.

“Why?”

Thunder, loud enough now to shake the fine China in the cupboard to their left.

“Because it's my fault she died. It’s my pool she died in.”

Eddie was quiet for a moment.

“I don’t think it was, for what its worth. You couldn’t have known, Steve. Nancy brought her to your house, Nancy was the one to pick you over her. You had no connection to Barb, right? That’s what you told me,” Eddie said. He paused to gauge Steve’s reaction.

“It was my pool,” Steve said again.

“Jonathan was the last person to see her alive. Why shouldn’t he shoulder this guilt?”

Steve had nothing to say about that.

“I’m not blaming someone else in your place. All I’m saying, Steve, is that this burden never should have been yours. And you know very well how I feel about Nancy putting it onto you.” Eddie sighed, and stood. “I’m going to pack you a bag, alright? You’re going to sleep at my place tonight, and when you wake up, we’re going to figure out what to do next.”

Steve didn’t respond, again. He heard Eddie walk away, his Reeboks squeaking against the hardwood floors of the entryway, then the quiet thumping of footsteps as he climbed the stairs and headed into Steve’s room.

For the first time, Steve was having trouble making out the shape of Barb in the darkness. He stood and, holding on tightly to the doorframe, unlocked the glass door and pushed it open.

He wasn’t dragged immediately into the pool. He was careful, very careful, as he walked around the odd shape of it, to not slip on the narrow ledge. Only a few inches between the house and the pool. It felt like miles on the other side.

Now, he stood opposite to the house, between the pool and the woods, rain soaking his clothes and chilling his skin. It was darker there, he felt. He reached out into the darkness, and found nothing but rain.

Panicked, he stumbled forward and again, found nothing. He stood exactly where Barb would have been standing, should have been standing, and looked back to the house, and the open glass door, and the single lit window just above it where he saw Eddie rushing back and forth in his room. His hair was plastered to his forehead now, his hands hung limply at his sides and he felt the droplets running down his arms, drip-drip-dripping off his hands. The sound of it overpowered the rain and thunder. He hadn’t even noticed the lightning strike.

He felt stuck to that spot, staring in through the door at the spot he had occupied on the floor, god knows how many nights he spent there. He wondered if maybe, one of those nights, he should have offered to let Barb come inside.

Eddie was at his side again, Steve vaguely registered seeing him come back downstairs, watching the fear overtaking his face when he saw the open door, and then the way he hid it when his eyes fell on Steve outside. He was steering Steve back towards the house, and they weren’t being careful on the narrow ledge between the house and the pool that time but they made it inside nonetheless. There was a large duffel bag on the ground, stuffed full. Eddie closed and locked the sliding door again. The drip-drip-drip became muffled by the carpet, but he could still hear it.

There was a towel wrapped around him, gentle hands drying his hair and soaking as much water as possible out of his t-shirt, his pants, brushing the rivulets off his hands and feet. His skin stung with the removal of the constant chill, but he was handed clean, dry clothes right out of the duffle bag, and when he didn’t move to change, Eddie took care in removing his shirt and drying him off again, replacing it with the new one. Then pants and underwear, in a reversal of the way Steve had once looked after Eddie, in the weeks after his death and revival, and long hospital stay. There were no secrets between them, anymore, not really.

The dry clothes did nothing to soothe the sting, but Eddie wrapped a blanket around him, a fluffy throw from the couch, picked up the bag, and with a hand on the small of Steve’s back, walked them to the door. Steve turned back only once, and even in the bright flash of lightning, Barb was nowhere to be found. The pool was getting farther away again, but it might have just been a trick of the light.

The drive to Eddie’s wasn’t silent, but Steve didn’t remember Eddie ever keeping the volume of his radio so low. Whatever tape was in the deck was nothing more than a quiet hum over the rain and the rumble of the engine.

Then they were there, and Eddie was leading him inside with that hand on his back again, and he was being made to lay down on Eddie’s bed, and he tried to ask where Eddie was going to sleep, but he just got a shake of the head and a murmur of assurance, that Eddie would be alright.

For the first time in what must have been a very long time, Steve began to feel sleepy. Eddie was talking quietly, none of the words meant much of anything, but his voice rumbled like the thunder, now far in the distance, and the rain battered the roof of the small bungalow which Wayne and Eddie called home, and the room smelled like smoke and the sheets like sweat. Steve didn’t dream at all, but that blackness of sleep must have lasted forever.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #accidentally wrote a 2000 word fic in about an hour #something came over me and I had to write this #steve harrington whump #maybe?#im gonna be totally honest ive forgotten how to tag things #its been like 7 years since i last posted a fanfic anywhere #steve harrington and eddie munson #steve harrington angst #barbra holland #cw dissociation #cw survivors guilt #this is not an accurate depiction of a mental breakdown

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envyadams-vs-me · 1 year

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IVE BEEN HELLA INSPIRED BY BROOKLYN 99 SO GET READY FOR THIS:

Steve proposes to Eddie during on of the gangs' game nights. The kids have been tortured by this specific campaign the last few weeks because Steve finally agreed to play. The learning process had been a bot slow at first but by now Steve was getting the hang of it.

The whole gang is packed into Steve and Eddie's small apartment, it's on of the rare nights none of them have to work or go to class, and Eddie is more extravagant than normal. He's feeding off of the frustrated groans and chaotic yelling that fills the living room and chuckles when Steve joins in.

The games been going on for hours with minimal breaks due to the hyper focusing by the crew. A few of the girls have fallen asleep, Nancy on Robin's lap and El on her left shoulder, unbothered and actually comforted by the noise. Robin has had to pee for the last hour but refuses to get up until Nancy stirs enough to tell her it's okay.

As soon as she leaves the room, Eddie decides now is the time to drop the worst thing he can think of to block the kids (plus Steve) from winning the battle they're currently in the midst of.

Eddie admits he made the character based on himself, and the kids joke that Steve should try and flirt with the monster then. Eddie responds with a rambunctious cackle and throws his body back into the bean bag chair he's claimed as his throne.

While the kids try and come up with a plan, Steve suddenly pipes up. "Don't worry guys, I got this."

The look of determination that falls on his face is enough to make Eddie's heart swell. He chooses to mask his adoration and play into his sadistic DM nature.

"is that so, Steven?" Eddie leans closer to the group and grins evilly. Steve doesn't look the least but scared, instead he just sits up straight and smirks at Eddie.

"Yes it is, Edward."

There's a glint of mischief in each of their eyes and Eddie feels his heart racing with anticipation of Steve's next move. With a well practiced hair flip, Steve's repositioning himself to kneel beside the coffee table and reaches into his back pocket.

Eddie expects him to playfully throw some kind of magic at him, he leans back and waves his boyfriend off. "Aw, you got nothin', Harrington. Nothing!"

The group around the table are sharing confused looks, and Erica's the one to break the tense moment with a shout of, "Hurry up already!"

Steve glances at her briefly then continues to pull a small box from his back pocket. Eddie's too distracted on his impending victory to fully comprehend the words coming out of Steve's mouth.

It's when the living room erupts in a collective scream of disbelief that Eddie's brain registers his words. Suddenly he's back on his knees, knocking over his book and the party's game pieces, as he lets out a strangled, "What did you just say!?"

Steve's face is red with both anger and embarrassment as he tells the kids to, "Shut the hell up!" And he focuses back on Eddie.

"I said, Eddie Munson...will you marry me?"

Steve's less confident asking a second time and his shaking hands do nothing to calm his nerves. The room is quiet as Eddie stares wide-eyed at the black and gold ring that's sitting in the box Steve's holding. He tries to stutter out a response, then his heart stops.

"Is this because of the game!?" Eddie screeches out trying not to pull out his hair. His voice only gets louder when he shouts out, "I swear if this is because of the game Steve Harrington, I will dump you so hard!"

His worriedly biting his nails as he tries to glare at Steve and ignore the beating of his heart increasing because of the previous question.

Steve smiles easily, as Eddie thinks he's the biggest jerk for finding humor in his panic, and shakes his head. "God, Eds. No this isn't because of the game. I want to marry you, for reals."

Eddie lets out a choked breath as Steve leads him to stand up. Eddie attempts to hide his smile, as he squeaks out, "Really?"

Steve laughs and holds his face in his hands, "Really, Eddie. Will you marry me?"

Eddie isn't embarrassed when he screams, "Yes!" Over and over and over, as the whole room (previously on the edge of their seats) erupts in victorious cheers. Some of the kids (Erica, Dustin, and Mike) pretend to gag as their friends kiss, happily engaged.

Robin stumbles out of the bathroom, holding the plunger as a weapon, "What going on!?"

She's terrified for a second before she spots the new ring on Eddie's finger and the brightest smile on Steve's face.

"Oh my god!" She rushes over to the couple and grabs Steve's shirt collar.

"Did you?"

Steve nods and she grabs Eddie next.

"And did you say?"

Eddie nods as well and Robin squeals with excitement as she hugs the pair, everyone else soon joining.

Needless to say, the game was forgetting that night, but quickly picked up again the next weekend.

#brought to you by peraltiago and my constant watching of b99 #i couldnt let this thought go #steve would definitely be like jake and try to 'trick' eddie #and eddie would definitely be a cocky lil shot and think he knows steves every move #anyways enjoy this #steddie stranger things #steddie st #steddie thoughts #steddie drabble #steddie ficlet #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #the party stranger things #steve and eddie munson #steve and eddie #steve harrington and eddie munson #steve harrington and eddie #stranger gays

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nr-yb-wm-hm · 2 years

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Steve: i need to get something off my chest

Eddie: is it your shirt?

Eddie: please tell me it's your shirt

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agirlwholovesrockstars · 7 months

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faith, trust and pixie dust

☆AGATHA'S MASTERLIST☆

summary : you're in college and your roomie is a metalhead to your surprise he's not mean, despite your differences in style, you and him made an unexpected beautiful friendship with him

warnings : 18+ Eddie Munson x FEM!reader, Steve Harrington x FEM!reader, language, the story set in MODERN, they're both 20!, reader is an avid Disney fan in this, Eddie and reader are affectionate with each other but VERY platonic friendship!, very wholesome story, Eddie being a cutie, reader having a crush on Steve 🤭 a slight reader and Eddie having the same fears and little sad backstory (not so very triggering) but it will end up very heartwarming at the end! :))

what to expect : FLUFF🩷 like seriously, pure freakin' fluff fic in this, READER AND EDDIE WOULD BE BESTIES FOR LIFE AT THE END!

note to reader : I hope I am not mistaken, I haven't read anything that the reader is a fan of animation so I'm gonna make one that represents us geeks who loves to watch cartoons :))

author note : I'm projecting myself in here, if you didn't know it yet, I'm a cinephile so yeah literally any kind of genre! I love films and animation! I hope y'all enjoy this one 🫶🏻

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You can't even believe it, you're roomies with a metalhead

It's not what you expected on your freshman year but in a good way, you're just appalled

It makes you giggle a little whenever you came home to your dorm

The setting and the design of the room is so different, it's so very obvious that the two of you have different taste

Yours is more playful, the colors are lavender, baby blue, light pink in the bedsheets and for as him....well.... the most rock n' roll arrangement that you ever seen and to be completely honest

You kinda dig it

He is not what you thought he would be, you thought he would be a bully, mean, rude, messy or worse an asshole

To your surprise, he is a very kind and thoughtful dude, maybe even the best roomie/classmate that you could ever ask for

Plus, he's a gentleman! He's real sweet whenever he comes home he always brings you food for dinner even you don't ask for him to do it

While on the way to the University, you really thought you're going to spend the rest of the year dealing with some creepy dude, you decided to switch rooms to another and you have to admit that you got scared when you found out that a boy is going to be your roomie

You remember your first encounter together

"Damn" he stumbles on the door with his heavy baggage, clutching on his guitar hardly like it was the sacred thing ever

You turned your heel around to unpack your stuff, you got locked eyes with a rockstar on the front door

He immediately turns confused as his eyes roams around the room "Am I in the right room?"

You ignore his remark, you question him "Who are you?"

"Eddie Munson" he clicks his tongue as he try to introduce himself again "Well, actually it's Edward Munson, I prefer to call myself Eddie Munson a lot more"

You got amused to his personality, you chuckled "You're in the right room, Edward Munson" you say as you continue your task

"You're my roommate?" Eddie checks his paper one more look at it and turns his eyes back to you

You felt like from the tone of Eddie's words, it made you think like somehow he reads your mind before you can say anything, he says

"I could go to the headmasters office, you know, to change our situation better, it-it's the best for the both of us, so uh- if you're bothered that me being your roomie, no hard feelings here" he grabs his two heavy baggage and the guitar, he puts them down outside as he looks for school's staff

Judging by the way he behaves and it seems like he is a responsible kid, you changed your mind

You put down your boxes on your bed as you run outside of the room to find Eddie, he is now talking to a school's staff

"Oh no" you muttered, you quickly ran into the dorm's hallway as you apologize in the process for the other students bumped into you whilst running

You overheard Eddie's saying "Can you consider this" he gestures to the paper as he hands out to the school's staff

"I would like to change-" before he can finish you cut him off

"Change the bedsheets!" you say out loud not that you mean to but you're trying to catch up with your breath

"Uh- sorry" you cleared your throat, you carefully snatch off the paper that Eddie has given to the school's staff

Eddie couldn't be more confused as ever as he darts his eyes on you and the paper that you holding behind your back

"We would very like to change our bedsheets, it's kinda bit dusty and I have allergy to it" you shrug with your eyes saying "Please"

The school's staff stares at you and Eddie, grabs the walkie-talkie and says "I need a room service at-" looks at you for an answer

"Room 203" you say

"Thank you for alerting us, call us and you know where to find us, if you have any more concern" gestures at the school staff office just around the corner

"Yes, Thank you so much" you say as you both watch the school staff walk away

"Phew! That was close" you wiped the slight sweat from your forehead

"Why'd you do that?" He furrows his brows as he scans your whole face

"You're not as bad as I think I thought you would be, so, I'm sorry for like thinking of you that way" you smile tight-lipped, ducking your head down at him

A warm smile grows on his lips "Hey, it's alright, I told you, there's no hard feelings here"

"I suppose we can start over?"

"Sure, we can" he replies, as he starts to walk back to your room, you follow him walking beside

The whole dorm hall is noisy, lots of parents saying goodbyes to their daughters and sons, a group of friends screaming at each other as they celebrate for god knows what, packages and luggages everywhere

You and him start maneuvering towards the pile of stuff on every each of the room, as you both reach back at the place where you both was before

He lets you go in first, he starts carrying his things again and grunts as he puts them all down

He closes the door, he winces at the sound on going noise outside, he sighs the moment he heard the bird chirping in the window

You and him both faces crumpled up at the sound on the next room, loud banging and table screeching on the floor

You both turned around to face each other and laugh at the same time when you both have the same look

"Couldn't they get any more louder?" You joke

"The walls are thin, I'm afraid" he sarcastically says

He's right, the walls are too thin and you can hear other people's conversation if they're wouldn't be so loud about it

"You know what, I'm a bit peckish, you want to come with me?" Eddie says as he puts his hands on to his pockets as he waits for you to answer

You look over to your unfinished packing and it's been hours since you arrived and it's not bad to take a break from it

"Yeah, sure, Eddie" you say as you grab your small sling bag

"I feel really bad not knowing your name" he says as you go down the stairs

"It's Y/N"

"Ooh great name"

"Thanks, my dad gave it to me"

He nods and smiles at you as you both go inside the café, it's the only one that is near in the university, you breathe in the aroma of coffee in the air

"I assume you're a musician?" He lets you go in first again in the line

"Yeah, I am" he digs out to his pocket for his wallet

"What can I get for you? Miss?"

"One Alfredo Pasta and One Iced Caramel Macchiato, large"

"I'll have the Breakfast Platter and a Hot Cold Sweet Foam Drink, large as well, please"

"Breakfast Platter, huh?" you comment as you ready for your payment

"It's the Breakfast of Champions" he says as he made a rock n roll sign at you aggressively that it made you laugh

You both take turns on conversations about yourself and him

"I have a band back at home" he says as he chews on the Hungarian sausage

"No, shit?!" you swallow as you twirl your fork on the pasta

He chuckles "Yeah, I've always wanted to have a band of my own, we're on a break for moment because, you know, I chose Bachelor Of Arts in Music, we need to go for college and stuff" he says as he ates the scrambled eggs with waffles

"I get that, you miss them, don't you?" You say as you put the twirled pasta on your mouth

Eddie isn't homesick of the town that hates him, he is homesick because of the people that he love and care for are in it

"Yes, I do" he smiles for a moment as he remembers the memories back in Hawkins, he begins "How about you?"

"For starters, I love animation ever since I was a kid, that why I took Bachelor in Digital Arts"

He smirks at your Alice In Wonderland wallet that he saw earlier "That's why you have so many Disney related in your room"

"Oh that" you chuckled "Yeah, I am unashamedly being myself"

You're shocked at how he encourages you in that "As you should! Never let anyone else change you because you're different from them, Just be who you are, you will attract the right people for you"

"Like you?" You smirk at him and he laughs while holding to his chest

"Yeah, just like me"

"I'm starting to like you, Eddie"

"Likewise, Y/N" he winks at you and you rolled your eyes playfully

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You always laugh a little whenever you remember the memory of your blossoming friendship together back then

You're both at 3rd year and your goal is to graduate together

You and him made acquaintances over the years of the studying in the university

In overtime, it seems like it always ends up the both of you hanging out together

It also feels natural and if you look back of what you think of him again, you wouldn't believe yourself that you're bestfriends with a rockstar

You made the perfect decision of not letting him go in the first place, you found a great friend and a real friend that you know you can count on

You will always choose him over than some douchebags, you love that he doesn't mind you about being yourself, he even listens genuinely to your rambles about what you love the most, you couldn't be more grateful that you have a bestfriend like him

When you fell asleep on your desk, he always carries you into bed without any malice, you feel safe around him

Sometimes when there's no classes, others will go out and get drunk, meanwhile you and him would rather spend the entire night watching films and gush about it afterwards

He's so sweet when you find out waking up falling asleep on his bed, tucked in with his blanket, when you accidentally crash in there after a long exhausting day, you found him sleeping on your bed

You and him grow more and more close, giving each other's hugs, he even lays his head onto your lap while you're reading your textbook, he sometimes fell asleep in there and you always let him, he even lets you wear his bandshirt clothes when you ran out of clothes to wear especially when the damn washing machine in the basement always turns out to be out of order, you're gonna cross over the other side of the road just to wash your clothes sometimes you're too tired to do that

He always helps you to general cleaning your dorm room, he is so helpful and doesn't even complain about it, he just knows what to do without you telling him what to do

Your parents met him, they thought, he was your boyfriend and you know it that he is biting back a huge fit of laughter

You snickered slightly when you couldn't help it

You finally met Wayne, he visits when the sembreak begins, he likes you, he frowns a little bit when he finds out that you and him are not dating, either way he still loves you

"I would love to come with you and visit your hometown someday, Eds"

"Sure thing" he smiles at you

"And also I want to watch you perform!"

"My dear, he brings the best shows ever" Wayne says to you throwing his hands up in such admiration

"Oh my god?! I need to see it immediately!"

Eddie suddenly grows shy and he keeps saying "Wayne, come on, don't embarrass me"

"I'm not embarrassing you, I'm just so proud of what you become, my boy"

He became flustered and started fiddle with his rings "But you already seen me play, sweetheart"

"Yeah? Playing your guitar in our dorm room doesn't count"

"You really wanted to see me play so bad, huh?" He taunts

"I really do, like hello?!? It's my first time to have bestfriend like you! Eddie!" You annoyingly exclaimed

"Okay, fine maybe on Holiday's, You will visit my hometown and see me play with my band"

"Yes!" You cheered on excitement and Eddie just laughs on your enthusiasm

"But what about your family? Hon? Don't you celebrate your Christmas with them?"

"Well, they say I could go spend anywhere that I want this time.... so" you shrug

"So, it's a plan then!" Eddie mirrored your excitement

"Yeah" you grin at him and Wayne just smiles as he both watch you gawking about the plans for upcoming holidays

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Your parents gifted you, a new sets of clothes to wear and other things after they visited you on sembreak

You're ready, you're now settled to go with Eddie in Hawkins in the holidays

For as long as you can remember, you never have friends that takes this long, you always get used to seasonal friendships that didn't last longer than your new found friendship with Eddie

"Are you decent? sweets?" He says before he enters the room

You try to smooth out the crease of your short skirt and your loose long sleeved off shoulder top with cute designs on the front, you were your Nike's

"Yeah- I'm good" you respond

He dramatically taken aback "Wow, you look ravishing"

"Pfft, shut up, Munson" you say as you sling your bag around your shoulder as you double check the dorm room to see if you missed any important to bring

"No, I'm serious!" He holds his hands up

"You're never serious about anything, Eds" you put your hand around your waist and narrow your eye on him

"Well, that's true, but I meant what I said back there" he places his hand on his heart with a puppy look on his eyes

"You're only serious when you're so focused on your music sheet for Mr. Hudson" you start teasing him

He squeals at the mention of his professor's name and it made you cackle

"Jesus, that man was no joke, Y/N- he was scary!" He shudders

"Yeah, it looks like it" you jokingly said not looking at him as you check around once more

"If I never passed that project, I wouldn't have a Christmas vacation"

"I remember the fear on your face when you carefully look at the grade of your project"

He scoffs at you as he shakes his head

"It turns out that you passed! You're too hard on yourself and you worry so much- good thing you have a friend like me to take care of your drama" you roll your eyes at him as he drops his jaw at your words

"I'm the dramatic one here?!" He says with a unbelievable tone on his voice

"Yes, you are, Eds" you wink at him teasingly

"Yeah, says who cries while watching The Lion King"

You turned around to face him annoying expression sitting on your face

You want to wipe that smug look on his face

"It was emotional!"

"It was emotional!" He mocks you as he sniggers

You scoff at his action and you walk away from him, not responding at him because he irritates you

You hand up the dorm room keys and you shake it and it makes a sound a clinking keys and he turns off the light, checks the bathroom, and closes and locks door on his way out while you're leaning your back in the wall outside as you wait for him

"Aww, don't get too mad at me, sweetheart" he says as he put his hands together on a playful smile

One thing about Eddie is that you can't fight off the smile that is coming to your lips whenever he tries to brighten up your mood

"I will if you refuse to watch Disney movies with me, it's still on" you say pointedly as he puts his arms around your shoulder as he leans in to kiss your on top of your head

Eddie walked you inside of his van, helps you get up on his passenger seat

"So? What do you think?"

"I like your RV, it's nice"

"Wait- til' you see the rest of my family" he beams at you and there's such happiness filling into his eyes

If you're excited he is much more excited like you do too

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You both left the university early because you know it would be a long ride but it wouldn't be so boring because you have your bestfriend

He stops over to a gas station and thank goodness, there's a different restaurants to choose from

He doesn't wanna wake you up, you're so peacefully sleeping and he knows that you haven't been sleeping a lot lately since you're too excited for this road trip with him

He goes down and orders two cheeseburgers with fries and two vanilla milkshakes

He keeps glancing at the window to check on you

He goes back to the driver's seat and puts the two vanilla milkshakes on the cupholders and puts the brown paper bag on his lap

He holds your cheek carefully, he caresses it slightly patting it to wake you up

You groan around to face him, your eyes fluttering open, you feel a bit dizzy since you haven't ate anything yet, your stomach growls at the smell that lingers inside of the vehicle

"Join me, darling?" He flashes you a cheeky smile as he holds up the brown paper bag and a milkshake

You giggle as you rub your eyes, he hands you the cheeseburger

You and him both ate in comfortable silence

With his mouth full he says "We're like maybe in a half a mile now but still it's gonna be like a long drive, so, I suggest if you need something you better do it now"

"How many hours that we are in?"

"My guess is maybe 3 hours or 4 hours I think?"

You check your watch, you guys left in 7am and it's 10am already

"Oh, we're on the road for 4 hours now"

"Hmm, are you getting bored now?" He jokes

"No, not really, I like it, it's peaceful"

"I wish there's some more people like you" he says

"Why is that?"

"I don't know- other people will be like whining about how far it is and you're just like-"

"Like what?

"you're enjoying it"

You laughed "Of course! I'm enjoying! who do you think I am?!?"

"You're Y/N?"

"No, silly! I'm your bestfriend!" You hold his hand and his heart warms at your touch

"As long as I'm with you, whenever I'm with you, I will never be bored of every single thing we do, even with the normal stuff like this!" You point out to the steaming cheeseburger

He chuckles at your gesture as he takes a sip of his sweet beverage

"Never, huh?"

"Never ever will be, Eds" you squeeze his hands for reassurance as you both continue to eat your food

Eddie watches you as you sigh in content while eating cheeseburger and he always likes to watch you eat your fave combo

Dipping the french fries in the milkshake

You're so unreal, he never thought he could make another friend like you

You crumpled up the foil as you finished eating your cheeseburger as you throw it back on the brown paper bag

You told him you're going to the restroom even you told him a million times that you can go there by yourself but you know him- he wouldn't let you go alone, so you just brush it off and stop with the endless debating

He is so protective of you and it just really makes you happy

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The drive to Hawkins has been the most calming and really refreshing thing ever

You popped a music tape inside as you await for his reaction

He is never been so mean about to your tastes, it was just not really his thing, and you love him for that, just vibes along with you even isn't much of a bigger fan like you

The song starts and it's The Zombies - Time Of The Season

"No fucking way!" he laughs in disbelief while tapping his fingers along with beat on the steering wheel

You start swaying from your seat as you ask him "What?"

"You listen to this?!"

"Why? Is it bad?"

"No! It's just- sorry, sweets, it wasn't what I expected"

"Aside from me being a Disney fan, There's a hidden rockstar underneath" you wink at him and he just laughs more

"Well, aren't you just full of surprises"

"You shouldn't be surprised at this point, I wouldn't be listening to your hard rock music back in the dorm if I didn't like it, you know" you say as you sing along to the song

"Dang, I should've known, could've at least taken a note from it" he pretends to think deeply and it you start laughing

You both take turns singing along to the song as he tries to mimick some of the singers voices and it makes you giggle

🎶As he taken?

Anytime?

To show

To show you what you need to live

Tell me to slowly

Tell you what

I really want to know

It's the time of the season of loving🎶

He bops his head at the instrumental part and you start to dance onto your seat

It just feels everything, you never felt this much happier, shared laughs, sing-along, eating together

Eddie is the bestfriend you could ever ask for

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You saw the sign "Welcome To Hawkins" and you scream gleefully, you glance on your watch it's 3pm

Eddie laughs at your reaction as he says "Don't hurt yourself we're almost there"

The time you arrived in the Forest Hill Trailer Park

There's a bunch of kids roaming around the area, There's three guys that match the same shirt that you saw with Eddie that says "Hellfire Club", you assume that is Jeff, Gareth and Chris his bandmates, they look even better in person

On the other side there's 5 people that might be just as the same as your age, you thank to god that Eddie introduce them to you while you're looking around his photo album back in the dorm

Nancy, Robin, Jonathan and Argyle and Steve....the sight of him distracts you, he is hella attractive, Eddie didn't lie about him, you finally saw the marvelous hair that he has, it looks really good you can't deny it

You're too shy to compliment your bestfriend sometimes, he always made you feel pretty but you never gotten the chance to say that he is also looks so handsome

You assume the kids are Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Max, Erica, Jane and Will

"They're gonna love you, I give you my word, sweetheart" as if he can read your mind he pats your shoulder as he smiles at you

"Thanks, Eddie"

"No problem" he says, he take one last look at you before he goes down to meet his friends

Your heart flutters at the sweet reunion

"Hey, guys!"

"Eddie!"

The kids run to hug him as if he can hug them all the once entirely, they crowded him, you can barely see his posture, the only thing you can see from him is his massive brown locks of hair

"I miss you too" he says to each one of them

"How are you, man?" He made a handshake to the man that he told you his another bestfriend, Steve Harrington

You thought he couldn't be more attractive in pictures but to see him in the flesh, makes you even more nervous, there's a slight butterflies on your stomach with the way you see him smile

My god, there's no way you're crushing to his highschool bestfriend

You slowly open your the door and you walk towards them, all of them are extremely loud and you're gonna get used to that a lot from now on

Eddie heard the door open and he turns to you, they went silent and you can feel the stares taking you all in

Eddie gladly put his arms around you as they await

"Guys, This is Y/N, my freaking bestfriend in college, she's awesome" he proudly saids as he leans in more to squeeze you makes you feel less nervous

His bandmates groan, when they thought you're Eddie's girlfriend, Jeff won the bet you overheard Gareth and Chris start bickering with each other

All of them start walking towards you

"Hi! I'm Dustin! Dustin Henderson, did he tell you I'm his favorite bestfriend?" He raises his eyebrow

"Er- Yeah he did?" You look up to Eddie for help and he whispers "I got you"

"Henderson, There's no competition to who is the best" Eddie says as he stands closer to Dustin

"But it's the truth right?"

"Nah, Jeff is my first mate" he teases as he rans off away from Dustin as he follows him

"Oh my god, ever since he is such a dork!" You exclaimed while giggling

"I know right?!- Oh it's Robin, Robin Buckley" she says as she aggressively shakes your hand

Another girl coming in your way as she laughs at your confusion in your face "That's when you know you're talking to Robin, She's always energetic- I'm Nancy, Nancy Wheeler" she points out the guy with checkered polo "That's my boyfriend"

"it's a pleasure to meet you both"

"Hey, new girl! What can you say about Hawkins?" A long haired guy with a Surfer Boy's Pizza cap speaks up to your side, Nancy clears her throat

"Oh right, I'm Argyle" he gently shakes your hand

"And I'm Jonathan Byers, and that boy over there is my brother" he grins at you

"Hey, don't steal my introduction!" Will shouts as he comes to your direction from where you standing

"Sorry about that, I'm Will, Will Byers" he is such a charming kid, he smiles at you while shaking your hand

"Oh yeah, you're the one that Eddie told me that you love to paint right?"

Will smiles that reaches to his ear "Yes, you got that right! That's me! So you like art too?"

"Are you kidding? I love art!" You and Will both raving about each other's interests

"We got a geeks under the loose" Robin smirks

"There's more where that came from, Hello, I'm Lucas, Lucas Sinclair" he shakes your hand

"And I'm Max, Max Mayfield, I'm his girlfriend"

Lucas whispers to you "Don't ever call her, Maxine"

"What's that?"

"Nothing"

You giggle at them

"I'm Erica, Erica Sinclair, I'm Lucas sister" judging by the tone of her voice, she is very sassy, you don't want to mess with her

"You're very pretty" a voice so soft it sounds like it was a whisper, you turn around to look for the girl and it falls down on the cute but also very beautiful

"Oh? T-thank you"

"I'm Jane, Jane Hopper" she says with a kind smile

Another boy comes to her side as he intertwines his fingers with her "I'm Mike, Mike Wheeler, I'm her boyfriend, I guess you already meet my big sister, Nancy"

You nod at him "Yeah, she is very sweet"

Jeff, Gareth and Chris are the next ones to introduce themselves to you

Jeff is the first one to shake your hand while two are sniggering behind his back

"Hi! I'm Jeff and I play the bass guitar for- he offers his hand to shake hands with you

"Corroded Coffin" you smile as you take his his hand

"See? No wonder, my guy loves you" Jeff says to his friends

"Too bad they aren't together" the one with curly short haired guy with red and black checkered jacket

Jeff nudges him "Ow! Okay I'm sorry- I'm Gareth, I play the drums" he sloppily shakes your hand but you don't mind it anyways

"I'm Chris, I play the rhythm guitar, it's very nice to meet you"

"You too" you smile at them

"Got that all in your head, Y/N?" Robin laughs when you take a minute to look at all of them

"Yeah, I can remember all of you"

"There's one more that you missed though"

You tense up, that voice, you already knew who it is

You turn around your eyes fall for the ultimate heartthrob, you quote Eddie's words inside your head

You gasp a little, he's even more pretty up close

"I'm Steve, Steve-"

"Harrington"

"Yeah, I know who you are"

He chuckles, he looks right on your shoulder he runs his thumbs over your knuckles as he warmly shakes it

Oh, you feel might faint for any second now

"I hope I get a good first impression" he says, his hold on you he lets it linger for awhile until you before you can turn around to see where he's looking at- It's Eddie

"Are you okay? Sweetheart?"

"Y-yeah, I'm fine, I'm just a bit overwhelmed"

Overwhelmed by his bestfriend's beauty

"Oof, I'm so sorry about that Y/N" Nancy apologizes but you wave her off

"No- it's okay, I'm really happy to finally meet you all I know this place really means so much to Eddie" you smile to look up to Eddie who is already staring at you with a smile on his face

All of his friends smiles at you and him

"We should probably get going now" Jonathan says

"Yeah, I bet you both are begging for a good night's sleep because I am" Argyle yawns and you chuckle

All of the kids bid their goodbyes to Eddie, telling him they will visit as they can, Nancy hugs you before she leaves with Jonathan, Robin told you that Steve is crushing on you, you refused to believe, it's the first time you met him, she made it sound like-

Love at first sight?!?

Unbelievable, There's no way, you shake off at the thought, the last person to go home is his bandmates

You feel like they're up to something as you heard them snickering away from Eddie the moment you appear

"Where's Wayne? By the way?"

"Oh, he works at night and comes home by the morning, but I already told him that you're spending the holidays with us... so"

You hum in response, you look around the trailer, you smile in delight when you eye the mug collection

He carries his duffel bag and your knapsack inside

"What do you think of my family?"

You like that term that he uses, he treasures his people so lovely

"They're really great, Eddie, I love them already" you smile at him

"I told you so, they're going to love you as much as you love them!" He says as he shrugs off his jacket

"Got anything else in mind for dinner? We could call for food delivery, if you want" he checks the refrigerator, we need to do some groceries, he thinks to himself

It's very embarrassing to not have anything at the moment since you're his guest

"I really don't mind at all, Eddie, but Pizza would be good"

Eddie might get scared of how you easily read his mind like that- he'll do the same thing to you- it's like you're both think alike

"Pizza, sounds nice" he says as he closes the refrigerator door and headed towards the telephone

"I assume, Pepperoni and A&W?" A smile tugs on his lips

"You know me so well, Eds" you flop down on the couch as you lean in

He shrugs as his expression looks like he's saying "Can't help it"

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You thought your feeling of getting "merry" on Christmas Eve was long gone but you finally bought back to it

The celebration happened at Steve's house, the house looks so freaking expensive as your curious eyes look around at the beautiful interior design of his home

You didn't know that Steve from afar is watching you with a smile on his face

Everyone is there, full of enormous Christmas decorations everywhere, the dinner was so joyful that your cheeks hurt for too much smiling

You went home with so much blissful feeling with Eddie, throughout the entire evening he's making sure you're not missing out

"You look astonishingly good, Eds"

Eddie raises his eyebrows to your compliment, you've never complimented him before

"I know- it's a shocker" you say as you drop yourself onto the couch and let out a deep sigh when the soft cushion hits the spot on your back

"Why, thank you my friend" he says with a British accent, you snorted

He takes the seat beside you while putting his arm over you as you rest your head on his chest

"So, what do we do now?"

"Hmm, okay so, you made me try Scoops Ahoy, Surfer's Boy Pizza, I finally saw you played with your band at The Hideout which is super freaking insane!" He laughs at your words as he squeezes you

You went silent for a bit as he swings his head to look at you

You look over to your lists for christmas activities, you lift up your head and turn around to face him, you grin devilishly at Eddie, he can't ignore the mischief from your eyes

He's taken aback at your expression as he finally catch up to what is going on

"Oh no, it's not-"

"Yeah- it is! Today is the date!"

"This is a nightmare!" As he remove his arm around you making your head hit the cushion hardly it made your head bounce

You tutted "God- don't be such a killjoy! Eddie! Come on- it's gonna be a lot of fun! It's like watching films-"

"Yeah, but in animation" he groans

"I said while we're here I told you, we're gonna have a Disney marathon with a mug of hot chocolate in our hands!"

Eddie facepalmed at your words as if he is making the hardest decision on his life

He stands up and ignores for a minute of your protest

"Eddie Munson! You made a promise to me!" You held up your pinky finger to him

He chuckles "It's not metal!" he reasons with you

"There's some metal in it- why'd-" you give up to argue more as you shook your head at him

"Why don't you just try? Please? For me? It's my first Christmas here and I want all of the activities we made are memorable as possible" you say as you pout at him

He turns back to look at you and thinks for a moment, he blinks "Alright, alright, fine!" he groans in frustration

He goes back sitting beside your with his arms crossed

You put the Fox and The Hound you smirk to yourself as you testing the waters to see if he gets lost in the film

Eddie "The Cryer" Munson, your bestfriend, you made him cry so bad as he grips on the pillow shakily weeping

You already seen this film and it never fails to make you cry again, you swallow a laughter from your throat as you watch Eddie sobs beside you

You hand him over the box of tissues as he blows his nose while still crying in the process

"What the hell did I ever do to you, Y/N?" He turns to face you with stains of tears from his eyes and a bit swollen

You finally let out your suppressed laugh as you pick few pieces of tissues as well "Who's the dramatic one, now?" You smirk

He glares at you as he sniffles when the credits starts to roll

"You have some more?" He says

"More of what?"

"Disney movies!"

Oh, you got him right in your claws, he is invested and hooked

The look of stunned in your face makes him impatient

"Have you seen Atlantis : The Lost Empire?"

He shakes his head

"How about Hercules?"

"No"

"Please, don't tell me you haven't seen Brother Bear" you close your eyes as you peek your left eye out

His nose scrunches up "Yeah, definitely haven't seen anything from what you just mentioned"

"Eddie, what are you doing?!?" You snap at him

"I-I'm watching Disney movies w-with you?" He confusingly answers

"No- I'm saying why in the world you haven't seen them all yet?!?"

He laugh out loud "Okay, well maybe I have seen one and only one that is special"

"And that is?"

"Peter Pan"

You gasp "No kidding? That's a Disney classic!"

"Yeah- Wayne rented a VHS of it for my 7th birthday"

"Aww" you pinched his cheeks

He chuckles as he pushed your arm playfully

"Just make yourself comfortable because I already set the greatest animation films of all time!" You told him proudly as you cross out the first film that you watch on your list

"I think we're even now" he gives your hot chocolate, your wide-eyes darts back and forth in the thermos that he mysteriously hide and prepared earlier

"Oh, Eddie! You're such an amazing bestfriend!" You squealed in excitement

He laughed at Emperor's New Groove

He got traumatized by Cruella DeVill in 101 Dalmatians

He loved the friendship in Zootopia and the message behind the film

While Oogie Boogie from The Nightmare Before Christmas starts playing he says

"Now, this is metal" he says as he jams into the song as he ates the jumbo white squishy marshmallow

"Told you, this would be fun" you say as you crunch a buttered popcorn on your mouth

Eddie turns to face you as he tries to say something but he wants to let you know that he is eternally grateful for this friendship

"Hey, Y/N"

You're chewing as you lick the butter from your fingertips "Yeah?"

"Can I have a sec?"

"Oh, sure" you reach down for the remote and pause it

"I just wanted to say that I'm so happy and truly thankful that you're here with me, you know, letting me into your life, being your friend and it's just-" he breathy laughs "I just can't believe a made another friend, not just a friend, a real one."

Your eyes shines so much filled with joy as you flash a fond smile at him

"Me too, Eddie, I've been dying to talk to you as well never gotten the chance but here we are" you shrug as he took your hand to hold it

"You know, I haven't told anyone about this but I was so scared of my first day at college because it's such a cultural shock to me, the new environment and the reason why I'm so terrified of failing on one of my subjects because Wayne worked his ass off to get me to college and I don't want to let him down" he blink back the tears on his eyes

"I thought I wouldn't able to make friends because that's not Hawkins anymore, it's a different place, out of my comfort zone, as much as I hated the town has given to me"

You hold his hand tighter as he moves closer to you

Back in the University, you can tell he's having a hard time to open up to you and you don't want to push him for it

"I was blamed for something that I didn't do and my whole life I've been called as a town freak, yeah I've taken every shitty thing in that school, the bullies, the hate and all of that nasty shit" he angrily huffs

"You don't deserve that Eddie and I believe you've done nothing wrong"

"You do?"

"Yeah, Eds, you just continue to be unapologetically yourself and you shouldn't be ashamed of what you truly are"

You genuinely smile at him , you're honest he likes you for that

From that moment, Eddie knew that he had found another purest soul just like him

"I didn't mention to you before, that I hardly make any friends that stays with me"

"You're crazy, right?"

You chuckled "I'm serious! For the 20 years of my life, you're the only one that remained this long like this is the most longest friendship that I ever had"

"And I'm going to make it last, no wait- scratch that" he pauses

"We're going to make the most of it" he says as he starts to embrace you

You pulled back to look at him "I feel awful for not asking how you feel back in the University, I wish I could've at least help you out with your thoughts" you placed your hands on his shoulders with a concern look on your eyes

He smiles widely at your words "I knew I was right about you"

"About what?"

"My bestfriend"

You flash out a cheesy grin at him as you hug him back again

You're both back at being bestie shenanigans again

"I've heard this rumor about you having a crush on my bestfriend?"

"Who?" You ask dumbly

"You know who" he remarks with a raised eyebrow

"Steve Harrington?" He says as he nudges you in the elbow, with a playful smirk on his face

You scoffed at him as you laugh "Knock it off! Eds, now pay attention at the movie" ignoring the way your stomach flutters at the mention of his name

You both sat together as Sally and Jack sang their song together while he moves forward as he take in the most pleasing scene

"Do you have more?! I need more!"

"Oh my god, what have I done to you" you say as you search for more Disney films that he haven't seen yet

This will go on all night and you couldn't even more happier spending Christmas Eve with your bestfriend

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